[Fenton’s Quest by M. E. Braddon]@TWC D-Link bookFenton’s Quest CHAPTER XX 7/18
The doctor came in presently, for the second time that evening, and forbade his patient's talking any more.
He told Gilbert, as he left the house, that the old man's life was now only a question of so many days or so many hours. The old woman who did all the work of Jacob Nowell's establishment--a dilapidated-looking widow, whom nobody in that quarter ever remembered in any other condition than that of widowhood--had prepared a small bedroom at the back of the house for Marian; a room in which Percival had slept in his early boyhood, and where the daughter found faint traces of her father's life.
Mr.Macready as Othello, in a spangled tunic, with vest of actual satin let into the picture, after the pre-Raphaelite or realistic tendency commonly found in such juvenile works of art, hung over the narrow painted mantelpiece.
The fond mother had had this masterpiece framed and glazed in the days when her son was still a little lad, unspoiled by University life and those splendid aspirations which afterwards made his home hateful to him.
There were some tattered books upon a shelf by the bed--school prizes, an old Virgil, a "Robinson Crusoe" shorn of its binding.
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